Broom

The bananas are on the floor

Books and ripped pages are on the floor

The scratches on my face sting

You missed

Now the vase is broken behind me

Standing and staring outside

Is all I could bring myself to do

Outside the window

The cloudless day

Blue and deep

Beyond my reach

That day

That is beyond the broken vase

Beyond ripped pages from books

Beyond bananas on the floor and slammed doors

Untouched by nails

Untouched by sharp words

Unable to reach

A cloudless

Blue

Day

All I could do is stand and stare

From this side of the glass

Where my only immediate answer to anything

To any mess

Is the broom next to the refrigerator

Written by: Erick Carrada